The beautiful is not chosen

The chosen becomes beautiful

The beautiful is not chosen

The chosen becomes beautiful

Please do not forsake me now,

sparkling gone

with darkling days

I drift at times, I know it's true,

but I always drift on back to you

The beautiful is not chosen

The chosen becomes beautiful

I have never tired of

manna falling from above

When conscious thought

meets careless heart

and two lost souls find one fresh start

Lie with me upon the earth

feel its curve beneath our spines,

soon we'll follow it around,

one lost soul

finally found

The beautiful is not chosen.

The chosen becomes beautiful

These are known as darkling days

rhyming schemes gone askew,

crackling gifts of light and air,

exploding worlds,

ours to share

The beautiful is not chosen

The chosen becomes beautiful